Boys will be boys

Friends

I had an awesome morning. A real boys' day. 

We decided to take the other car today. That meant transferring my seat - a matter of a few bleeding fingers and a lot of cursing (by dad).

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And off we went. Nothing too fancy. Just relax. I've done this a million times before.

Got to see a plane. Amazing things, them.

Comfy to the foot

And easy to operate

The best part though was the famous 'pilot's lunch'. Real tasty. Lucky we just renewed our medicals!

Macca's playground is awesome. I'll be back for sure.

Have a good week everyone

Finny

Chatty girl

That's what I have to endure. All day. Every day.

Don't be fooled by the cute looks. Don't. Alright, she's cute. Alright.

             

Jervis Bay

Friend - It's been a while.

This is a quick hello from Jervis Bay where I'm spending a few days with my folks. It's, well, not bad.

Catch you soon
Finnou

                         

Little L

How cute is my sister?

I, champ

25th of December. Sun, snow, and most punters working their ways through turkeys, away from the slopes. Perfect conditions, then, to flex my skiing muscle.

My entourage was here, of course. Three ladies this time - Ella, mum, grand-maman.

Dad was getting a bit nervous. He said that, with just 20 months (corrected age) and no material skiing experience, I'm falling behind.

BS. Just look at me there: raw talent.

After a good half-hour doing the run, I took the team to a well deserved break. This is Crans-Montana after all. Alcohol, gossip and show-offs are never far away.

Ella got her own hot drink, too.

Second run after the break. More awesomeness.

In actual fact, my performance did attract some attention from passers-by. Mum and dad got a lot of questions about my age, previous training, etc. Mostly from other parents grappling with their 7-year old (ie near-on geriatric) children on skis. Some people shot movies. More talked. All nodded in appreciation.

Fame, at last.